Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.